My boy

Hello if you are reading this try to read the story in a Brooklyn accent (if there is one) or Italian. I hope you enjoy the story. 

- Leeluh 

Chapter 1

"Why do we even have to move." 

My dad just rolled his eyes and kept on driving. It was just my ma, my dad, my pets, and I in the car. We were moving yet again. This is the 3rd time this year and it's only April. The last place we moved it was cool. I actually had friends. They say we'll keep in touch but that's what they all say. I just become a memory. 

"This time were staying here for a long 

time." My dad look up in the mirror to see my reaction of what he said. "You mean longer than a year" "Yea. Maybe even longer if nothing happens." "Why do you always say that. What do ya' mean if nothing happens." And like usual he doesn't answer, he looks at the road more intently and keeps on driving. "Hun we'll tell you when you are olda'" "Ma I'm already 14 how many more years do I have ta' wait." She doesn't say anything, she just looks at the road. I pet my dogs head and go on my phone. 

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"We're here"

 I woke up and looked around.

 "No way" 

I said in surprise "It can't be." 

My dad smiled and opened the car door. We were at my old home. Brooklyn. 

I grew up here till I was 9 then I started moving all over the place. My dog even perked up when he smelled the Brooklyn air. The smell of cheap hotdogs, nuts, and smoke. Oh how I missed it here. 

I quickly went out of the car and grabbed my luggage. Well one bag. "What house are we living at." He pointed to the direction and I ran to threw the doors. I missed this type of livin', not the suburban slow life, the fast and upbeat one. I wonder if all my friends are still here. I wonder if HE'S here. I get a chill from even thinking of him. 

I went back outside and got my other bags that was in the car and brought it in my room I chose. It was roomy and I fell like I was at home. I started unpacking the stuff I had. I hope I have at least my old best friend here, Adriana.

Adriana was my best friend since we were born, since our parents were close. She was my rock and I was hers, but then I had to move. I remember crying for like 2 hours straight with her. We tried to keep in touch but then my dad forced me get a new phone and we lost contact. That was two years ago. I just hope, if she still lives here, that she hasn't changed and we meet again. 

After I had put some of my clothes I just laid on my bed and went on Netflix and watch Lilo and Stitch 2. Yes I like Disney, very mainstream, but Lilo and stitch 2 is my favorite movie, Mean Girls is a close 2nd. 

 

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"TALIYAH, GET YA ASS DOWN HEA'. DINNA'S READY"

I ran down stairs because FOOD. I kinda got lost so... Don't judge me. When I finally got to the kitchen I saw my dads workers sitting at the table. "Oh hey Franko, Tone, and Johno." I said as I hugged them. "Hey sweetie" Weird I know but Its how they always called me so I don't mind.

"Oh lee. You made chicken parmigina" Franco said in his deep Italian accent. We all have mostly Brooklyn accents, but some of have more of an Italian affect than other. I'm basically in between. 

"I also added the extra garlic ya love." 

I already started eating, I love ma's food. I swea' imma be fat when I grow up. 

When we all finished we went our separate ways..